when I listen to yellow magic orchestra, the japanese almost seem to have souls.

When will it end?

I feel rather like a teenage stalin in seminary school, flipping through orgin of species and realizing that it's all a lie. Everything has been predicated upon the continued survival of infants. We would not exist if we did not have an irrational interest in the matter. It is this way because all other ways have died out. Perhaps I am a throwback, a rare combination or degeneration of the genes, but I feel no compulsion to reproduce. I confuse those that do. The world belongs to them. It is good to fade away. Despite my fear, there is no malice behind it. I give you all my blessing. Have as many children as there are stars in the sky. I am dying and you are being born but neither of us are responsible for the way things are.

Stance.

I have no problem enduring what must be endured. It is only unnecessary, pointless suffering that causes my blood to boil. Inefficiency and irrationality are the monsters that threaten to swallow up all we have created.

We will try to live side by side with you, but you are not going to be permitted to endanger our vision. We believe this is important, and if you do not, you will be destroyed. If you have no dreams and are lost within the swirling vortex of the self, you are too dangerous to be permitted to walk among us.

Every problem is eventually destroyed or destroys you. Either way, it is solved.

There is no sense in manipulation or the use of crude force. The point is to change the way people function internally. They must love and believe in you absolutely. Machiavelli was wrong. Or rather, he was wrong for what we are hopiing to accomplish. This is not chasing some tawdry crown or high office. This is the reorganization and reinterpretation of the way every human being lives.

I say this firmly and calmly, though my entire body is quivering with rage,
"Healthcare is a commodity."

Healthcare is what you feel inside of you, the aches and the pains, what your body can and can't do. It is the vessel in which we must live. I refuse to allow it to be destroyed.

"Freedom is not a political tool."

Freedom is what permits each individual to move in patterns they find enjoyable. It is the surest way to raise the quality of life without raising the real income. It repairs and regulates both the individul and society as a whole. It gives man a chance, however fleeting, at dignity and understanding.

I dislike you for the same reason I dislike machines; I already know what you're going to do and there's nothing else beyond it.

Will everyone please stop trying to be clever and detached for five minutes so we can solve every problem ever at once?

I must never believe in people. I must believe in myself. I exist without guilt.

I can't even tell if I've been destroyed or not.

When you have enough blood on your hands, it feels just like water.

When you distort the market, the market also distorts you. Pay no attention to me. I love monsters and can expect to suffer. It is not that they are monsters. It is that they are monsters on such an epic, absurd, heroic scale. Their footfalls crush entire worlds.

Anti-pattern

How does all quiet on the western front end? I need the exact words more than I need a drink of water, and I am dying of thirst.

We would cannibalize scraps of the past to find meaning for ourselves in the present. Putting your last words in latin cannot change the fact that they are your last words. Insanity is not sadness. That is a lie, or at the very least is a myth that is not dispelled frequently enough. Sadness is being alone. The vast majority of what we concern ourselves with would have no meaning if every other human being dropped from the face of the earth. Language loses all purpose the second you become the only one who still speaks it. The language dies with you, but by virtue of your aloneness, you are already dead. Perhaps you understand. Perhaps you understood before I did. Perhaps you have always understood. But you did not speak. You let me flail in the darkness alone. For that, I cannot forgive any of you, though I truthfully must say that I would have done the same. No matter, we must take total responsibility or all will fall into ruin.

I never thought I could be so happy and unhappy within the same subjective instant. Sleep deprivation makes work increasingly unlikely.